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Date Posted: 08:33:34 02/08/06 Wed
Name: Audrey and Vinepaw
Dorm: Rambling Rascals
The Clash of A Warrior
Once upon a time... long ago,
'Neath the star-strewn night,
Under the shade of tree,
With which held birds of flight.
A sole figure sat there,
His eyes like steel,
A sword buckled to his belt,
And on his arm- a sturdy shield.
His look was harsher then any Winter,
And his face was worn with fatique,
His paws were tough with battles won,
... He had traversed many a league.
He swung a food sack over his shoulder,
And staggered upright,
Then that weary traveller... vanished in the night.
Unknown of yet to this Warrior true,
An evil stoat with a heart of black,
Took the East as his domain,
Unafraid of any attack.
His cruelty ran across the land,
And he soon had a savage fame,
Catching slaves and making them work,
Work through beating sun and rain.
One dark night the Warrior stumbled,
Upon an empty camp and tents,
But to his horror found nothing but,
Carcasses with their throats rent.
Struggling back his sickly feeling,
He peered around for a beast who'd survived,
Though he searched with all his pure heart,
He found only an otter alive.
Cradling the beast in his lap,
The Warrior asked who'd done this and why?
The otter opened his mouth slightly, "The East,"
And with a deep sigh... he died.
The Warrior clenched his paws,
And made a vow then,
To avenge this loss and make justice,
For is new-found friend.
"Such evil cannot be forgiven,
And justice must be served,"
And with that again, he disappeared,
Disappearing into the dark world.
He travelled long and hard from the West,
The thought of just one thing...
In the distance a lark trilled softly,
Like a death bells ring.
At last the Warrior gazed upon,
The looming structure of the stoats castle,
The wind blew softly against it's stone walls,
Making dead grass rustle.
The Warrior observing the high security,
Due to the beasts dotted around the walls,
He would have to take an army against this foe,
It was time for this tyrant to fall.
He soon gathered up an army,
Beasts swelling with an urge to fight,
The Warrior was thanked by many,
For helping with their plight.
With a war cry torn from scores of throats,
Creatures rushed to meet their fates,
Unknowing whether they would ever see this world again,
Or be sent to the Dark Gates?
The dead grass was given a new color...
The color of blood: red,
As beasts collapsed with their eyes closed,
Never to wake again.
The Warrior, surrounded by others now just like him,
Battled his way through the throng,
His Army was faring badly...
But another battle needed to be won.
He found the stoat in his castle-and with a snarl, leapt at the Warrior,
His eyes a'keenin' for blood,
Syliva blanketed his fangs,
And his fur was stained with mud.
The Warrior leapt back,
And began his desperate clash,
The Warrior heaved his sword up high,
Ready to deliver the final slash.
A moan was faint from the evil ones maw,
As his voice, with his life, faded,
The Warrior peered out a castle window,
And it looked like the stoat army's threat had abated.
His own army was winning now,
And the Warrior re-entered the fray,
Swinging his blade with a triumphant cry,
All had saved the day.
We love happy endings! ^.^
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